Another person said: "Then grab this Ice Soul Sword and take it out of Liantai City on your own, is it okay?"
Although the black market is a mixed bag, its rules are strict, otherwise it would not have been operating as usual for thousands of years.
If the black market loses its rules and loses people's hearts, then who will dare to entrust rare treasures to the black market for resale?
The rules of the black market are that if there is no reason to convince others, they will never interfere to prevent anyone from leaving.
Although the entrance to the black market is strictly inspected, the exit to the black market is open and one-way. The monks in the black market can leave at any time, and no one will search or inspect them.
Furthermore, the black market is located in Liantai City, and the entire Liantai City is controlled by the Huayan Sect, and no one is allowed to mess around.
If Hua Yanzong intercepted the monk who grabbed the Ice Soul Sword, he would undoubtedly be slapped in the face.
Over the years, everyone has had this understanding: the auction house is the auction house, and the Huayan Sect’s territory is outside the auction house.
Otherwise, the dignified Huayan Sect would not bid for the flying unicorn together with other forces.
"Hua Yanzong, please tell me something right." Someone said in front of everyone, "If I grab the Ice Soul Sword, will you stop me?"
Hua Yanzong was also unhappy. He was asking them whether Hua Yanzong wanted face or the Ice Soul Sword.
"Hmph!" said the Huayan Sect's Tribulation Ancestor, "If you have the ability to take this Ice Soul Sword out of the auction house, we, the Huayan Sect, will never stop you."
Someone asked: “What is the stance of the black market?”
An elder from the black market said: "The exit of the auction house is open. Of course we will snatch the good treasures, but we will not stop you from leaving."
"Very good, this is fair." Everyone looked at the Ice Soul Sword in the barrier, "Old rule, whoever puts this treasure into the storage bag will get it."
"agree!"
Several big forces are gearing up, and some want to fish in troubled waters. After living for thousands of years, they have fought for it. Occasionally, they will fight with a group of high-level monsters to grab high-level fruits that are about to mature.
Not long ago, a life-extending fruit was snatched by a human monk.
As for those monks who didn't want to fight or rob, they had already left the auction house and retreated far away.
The Ice Soul Sword within the barrier trembled more and more violently, and fine light patterns spread all over its body, as if it were covered with fine fish scales.
Qi Min and Qi Gao were concerned about An Qingli and had no intention of participating in this imminent fight, so they once again violated the restrictions set by An Qingli.
An Qingli opened his eyes, removed the restraints, wore a curtain hat, but kept talking.
Ancestor Qi Min used the Qiankun in his sleeve to collect An Qingli into his sleeve.
The two ancestors stepped out from the side room.
The other monks put their consciousness on guard against these two old guys who suddenly appeared.
The two ancestors, Qi Min and Qi Gao, didn't stop either. They stepped out of the wing and then out of the black market auction house.
An Qingli put a concealment charm on his body and recited the soul-calling spell faster and faster.
"boom!"
The Ice Soul Sword lit up with a strong light, and at the same time, dozens of spells hit the barrier trapping the Ice Soul Sword.
Several small cracks appeared in the barrier.
The Ice Soul Sword trembled, and the barrier seemed to be frozen into ice.
The boundaries are constantly expanding.
The Ice Soul Sword emerged from the crack. Looking at the direction, he was trying to escape from the exit of the auction house.
As expected of high-level sword spirits, they already know how to find their own way out.
But several magic weapons immediately attacked the Ice Soul Sword.
One of the magical artifacts is a picture scroll. The picture scroll is fully unfolded and it is easy to accept a seventh-level monster inside.
However, before the scroll could be fully unfolded, a pagoda immediately came over and knocked the scroll away.
They are all ancestors who have lived for thousands of years and have been dealing with each other for thousands of years. Basically, you can identify the other person's identity just by looking at the magic weapon.
The monk who used the pagoda as a tool was not a Buddhist cultivator, but an old and immortal poison cultivator. The pagoda was just an appearance, and there was no telling how many poisons had gathered inside the pagoda.
Because of the poisonous cultivator from the Poison Gu Sect, many people were worried.
The poisonous gas spread, forcing several people to retreat.
The old poison cultivator took the opportunity to move forward, flicked his sleeve, and threw out a poison bag like a cloth bag, trying to put the Ice Soul Sword into it.
A spear made of spells picked up the poison sac from top to bottom and shook the poison sac away.
Immediately, a flash of fire ignited on the poison sac.
The old poison cultivator secretly hated him and quickly put the poison bag into his Dantian.
The Ice Soul Sword has escaped to the exit and is about to escape from the auction house.
It would be a shame to let this flying sword escape and escape outside the auction house when there are so many great people who have transcended the tribulation.
A ray of sword light struck straight down, even the air seemed to be cut apart. The invisible sword energy was like a thick wall, blocking the path of the Ice Soul Sword.
The Ice Soul Sword sank suddenly.
Immediately, there was another surging sword energy, like a roaring ocean, rolling up the Ice Soul Sword and quickly heading towards the sword cultivator's hand.
Everyone was shocked and immediately displayed their magical powers to seize the Ice Soul Sword that was shrouded in sword intent.
But the sword cultivator's strength should not be underestimated. It is a bit exaggerated to say that one can defeat ten, but it is not a problem to stop two or three with one.
"boom!"
The domineering sword energy swept across and immediately forced everyone back.
In an instant, the situation changed. Now they were no longer robbing for treasures, but a group of sword players, mainly attacking and picking people to practice their skills.
"A bunch of sword maniacs!"
Someone secretly cursed.
It was rare for monks who played with swords to encounter such a big excitement and such a good target for a fight, so they each pestered two or three monks and started swinging their swords.
It is to practice skills, but also to protect one's companions, and obtain the Ice Soul Sword.
The Ice Soul Sword has already reached the sword cultivator's hand.
The sword cultivator held the Ice Soul Sword in his hand and raised it upwards, as if intending to test the power of the Ice Soul Sword.
The Ice Soul Sword was held high, shaking and unable to free itself from the sword cultivator's right arm.
The air of biting ice surged.
The swordsman was completely unafraid, his eyes were bright, and he was determined to tame this good sword, just like he wanted to tame a high-quality fierce horse.
The two ancestors, Qi Min and Qi Gao, originally planned to take An Qingli away from the black market. Anyway, the Ice Soul Eye will no longer appear, and the Ice Soul Sword is being fought over by all parties. It doesn't make much sense to stay in this black market.
An Qingli asked the two old ancestors to wait.
The two ancestors knew that this little girl had strong luck and many secrets, but no matter what, they did not expect that this little girl actually picked up a phoenix and kept it by her side. At this moment, she also used the blood of the phoenix to activate the spiritualism for her.
The phoenix brings back the lost spirit.
Although they didn't know what An Qingli was up to, the two ancestors didn't ask any more questions and let An Qingli do the trouble.
In the black market auction house, the Tribulation Sword Cultivator, whose arms were covered with ice, injected spiritual power into the Ice Soul Sword and swung it forward.
Just then, a burly Tribulation-Ending monk, holding a black giant ax, struck at him.
There was a "boom", and the spiritual energies of the two parties violently collided.
Then there was another "click" sound, and the Ice Soul Sword actually shattered.
Just like a wall peeling off, the Ice Soul Sword was cracked inch by inch, like ice shards, one by one, falling from the air to the ground.
That’s it for this morning’s update. There are still a few thousand words left today. A total of more than 30,000 words have been updated today. Thank you!